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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.