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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Brick,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.