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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.