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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.