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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.