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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Crime to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.