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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.