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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Index,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.