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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.