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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.