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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Niagra,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.