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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.