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 Angola 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.