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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.