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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.