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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
a-ha,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.