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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.