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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.