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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Index,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.