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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Wire,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.