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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.