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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.