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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dennis Brown 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
ABC,
CMW,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.