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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
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.