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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.