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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.