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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
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.