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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.