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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.