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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Scion,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.