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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.