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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.