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 Congo and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.