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 Syria 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.