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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.