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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
PIL,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.