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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Kayak,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.