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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.