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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.