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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Visage,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.