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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.