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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.