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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
10cc,
Jandek,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Index,
Slave,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.