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 Syria 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
DNA,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.