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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.