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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.