Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.