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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Anakelly,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.