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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.