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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.