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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
UT,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.