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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
10cc,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.