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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Wire,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.