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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Index,
the Human League,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.