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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Gong,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.