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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.