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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.