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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.