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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
cv313,
Japan,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.