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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.