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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.