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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.