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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Wings,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.