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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.