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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.