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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.