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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.