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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.