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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.