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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Monks,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.