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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.