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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
a-ha,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.