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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Lyres,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.