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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.