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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.