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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.