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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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.