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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
UT,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.