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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.