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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.