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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 Philadelphia and Manila.
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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.