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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Babytalk,
Franke,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.