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 Denmark 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.