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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
ABC,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.