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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Crime,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.