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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Litter 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Hashim,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.