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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.