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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.