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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.