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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Index,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.