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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Pole,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.