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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Wire,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.