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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.