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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.