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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Wings,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.