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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.