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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Technova,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.