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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.