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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.