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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Wings,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.