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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.