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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.