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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Brick,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.