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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.