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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Organ,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.