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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.