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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.