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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.