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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.