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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Youth Brigade 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.