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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.