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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.