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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.