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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.