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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Scientists,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.