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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.