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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.