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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.