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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.