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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Make Up,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.