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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.