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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.