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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.