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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.