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 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Q65,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.