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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.