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 China and from Edmonton.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.