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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.