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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.