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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
PIL,
Interpol,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.