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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.