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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.