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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.