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 Liberia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.