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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.