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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.