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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.