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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.