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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Crime,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.