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 Chile and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Interpol,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.