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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim 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 funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
The Standells,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.