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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.