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 Norway 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.