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 France and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.