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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Evens,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.