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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Excepter,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.