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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.