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 Micronesia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.