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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Alphaville,
the Association,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.