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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.