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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.