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 Philippines 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Television,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Qualms,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.