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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Japan,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.