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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.