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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.