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 Sweden and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.