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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.