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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
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AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.