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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Franke,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.