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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.