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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.