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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.