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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.