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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Monks,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.