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 Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.