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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Index,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.