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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Niagra,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Cymande,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.