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 Thailand and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.