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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.