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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Franke,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.