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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.