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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.