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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Moebius,
The Doors,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.