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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Make Up,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.