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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Golliwogs 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.