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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Gap Band to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.