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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.