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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.