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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.