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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.