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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.