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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.