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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Slave,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.