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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Visage,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.