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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.