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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers 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?
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.