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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
the Association,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.