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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
MDC,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.