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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.