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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.