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 Sweden and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Oneida,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.