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 Canada 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.