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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.