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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.