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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.