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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.