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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.