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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.