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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Magma,
Wings,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.