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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.