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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.