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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.