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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Cybotron 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Zapp,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.