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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.