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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.