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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.