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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.