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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Magma,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.