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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Star Department,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.