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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.