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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.