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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Barracudas to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Index,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.