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 Palau 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.