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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.