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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.