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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.