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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.