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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.