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 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.