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 Italy 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.