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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.