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 Haiti 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.