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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
the Normal,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.