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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Television,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.