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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
10cc,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.