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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
10cc,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.