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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
X-102,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.