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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.