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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.