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 India 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.