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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.