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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.