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 Zimbabwe 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Fear,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.