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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.