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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.