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 Philippines 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
JFA,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.