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 Norway 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Oneida,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.