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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.