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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.