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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.