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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.