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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.