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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Wire,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.