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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.