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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
cv313,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.