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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Magma,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.