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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Wings,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.