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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Slave,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.