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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Monks,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.