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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.