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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Visage,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.