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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.