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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.