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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Martian to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
June Days,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.