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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.