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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.