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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.