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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.