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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Q65,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.