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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.