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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.