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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.