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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
The Wake,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.