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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.