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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
UT,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.