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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.