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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.