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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.