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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Symarip,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.