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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.