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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.