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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.