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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.