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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.