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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.