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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
PIL,
Jandek,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.