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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Franke,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.