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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.