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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.