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 China and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.