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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Association 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.