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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Fear,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.