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 and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.