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 Kazakhstan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.