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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.