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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.