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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.