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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Can,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.