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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.