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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.