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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.