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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.