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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 John Foxx 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.