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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.