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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.