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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
PIL,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.