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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.