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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.