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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Wire,
Television,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.