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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 New York and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
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.