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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.