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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Television,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.