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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.