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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Sparks,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.