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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Move,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.