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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.