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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.