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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.