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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
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.