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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
The Evens,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.