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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.