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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.