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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
The Litter,
Darondo,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.