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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.