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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.