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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.