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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
UT,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.