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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
AZ,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.