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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
The Sound,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
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.