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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.