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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Skriet,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.