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 Singapore and from London.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.