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 London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 snare 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.