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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.