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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.