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 Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.