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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.