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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.