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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.