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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.