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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Little Man,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.