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 France 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.