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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.