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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.