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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.