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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.