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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.