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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 FM Einheit 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.