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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.