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 Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Move to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Erasure,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.