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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.