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 Iceland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.