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 Cape Verde 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
UT,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.