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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.