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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.