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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.