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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.