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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.