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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.