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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.