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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.