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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Television,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.