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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Interpol,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.