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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.