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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.