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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Quantec,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.