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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.