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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.