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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.