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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.