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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.