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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.