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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.