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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.