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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Television,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.