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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.