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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.