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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.