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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.