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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.