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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Nas,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.