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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Monks,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.