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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.