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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Cluster,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.