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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Crime,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.