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 Greece 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.