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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.