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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.