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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.