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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.