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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.