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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
CMW,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.