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 Laos 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.