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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.