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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.