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 Samoa 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.