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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.