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 Austria 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.