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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.