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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.