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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.