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 Guyana 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.