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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.