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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.