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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.