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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.