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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.