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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.