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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.