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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
PIL,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.