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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.