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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.