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 France 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.