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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.