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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.