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 Portugal 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.