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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.