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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.