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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.