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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
June Days,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.