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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.