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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.