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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.