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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.