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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.