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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.