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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.