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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 10cc to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Mars,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.