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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.