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 India and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Can,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.