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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.