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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.