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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.