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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.