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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Japan,
Swans,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.