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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.