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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.