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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.