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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.