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 Maldives and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.