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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.