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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.