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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.