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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.