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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.