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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.