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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.