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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Franke,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.