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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.