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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.