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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.