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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Slave,
Technova,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.