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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.