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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.