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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.