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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.