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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.