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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.