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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.