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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.