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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.