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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.