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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Model 500,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.