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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.