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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.