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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.