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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.