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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
X-102,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.