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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.