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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
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 Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.