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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.