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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Qualms,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.