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-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.