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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.