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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.