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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.