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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.