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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.