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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.