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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.