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 China and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Fear to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.