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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.