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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.