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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.