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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.