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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.