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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.