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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Can,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.