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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.