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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Section 25,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.