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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.