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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Can,
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.