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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.