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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.