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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.