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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.