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 Afghanistan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.