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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.