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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
The Names,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.