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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.