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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Evens to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.