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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Crime,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.