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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Slits,
Lyres,
JFA,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.