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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.