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 United States and from Calgary.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.