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 Palau and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Wake,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.