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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.