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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.