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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.