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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
the Human League,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.