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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
The Move,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.