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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.