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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
a-ha,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.