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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.