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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.