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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.