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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.