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 Germany 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.