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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Nas,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.