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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.