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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.