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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.